52 Weeks, 2018

52 Weeks | 1 of 52
What better way to begin this yearlong commitment than with the way all of my days begin and end: with my son Jack

52 Weeks | 2 of 52
Evening over Worcester

52 Weeks | 3 of 52
Snowy Old Stone Church

52 Weeks | 4 of 52
Fiery sunrise

52 Weeks | 5 of 52
There's nothing like watching him discover the world one day at a time.

52 Weeks | 6 of 52
Welcome to February in Massachusetts

52 Weeks | 7 of 52
We've reached the point of winter where I start taking pictures of golf balls. Send help...or spring.

52 Weeks | 8 of 52
One of my favorite aerial views of West Boylston

52 Weeks | 9 of 52
Chasing colors

52 Weeks | 10 of 52
Sarah and were stuck on the name Kenny when we were looking for a dog back in 2009. When we took this cute little girl home, the name was so set in stone that we changed the ‘y’ to an ‘i’ to make it a little more feminine – Kenni. To confused passers by and new friends, we’d always introduce her as “Kenni with an ‘i.’

Over the last 15 months, she’d slowly been losing vision in her right eye. Two weeks ago, an ulcer developed in that eye that we tried to treat. Her pain and discomfort wound up being too much and landed us in the Tufts emergency room.

We were presented with two surgical options. One was to patch the damage the ulcer had caused in an attempt to preserve the eye and whatever vision was left. The other option was to remove the eye, bypassing the difficult recovery of the first option and guaranteeing Kenni almost immediate relief and a much shorter recovery.

The odds were very low that she’d recover any vision in that eye and high that we’d be back in a couple weeks to have the eye removed anyway. Given those odds and our unwillingness to put Kenni through back-to-back surgeries, we opted for the safer of the two options.

The silver lining of the situation was that her vision in that eye had deteriorated so gradually that it was likely she wouldn’t even notice the change.

Only a few days after surgery, she’s mostly – and thankfully – back to her sassy self.

While I was on the phone with Sarah in the exam room as we talked through the options, my mind obviously searched for dumb jokes.

“She’ll still be Kenni with an ‘i.’ One eye.”

52 Weeks | 11 of 52
In the shadows

52 Weeks | 12 of 52
Some TREBEK in my ears was a much-needed way to end the week.

52 Weeks | 13 of 52
Proof that, for at least a day, the only white on the golf course was the sand in the bunkers.

52 Weeks | 14 of 52
One of my favorite parts of Opening Day at Fenway Park is the point in the afternoon when shadows start creeping over the mound, creating some opportunities for shots like this.

52 Weeks | 15 of 52
Some weeks, the photography is only as good as the weather.

52 Weeks | 16 of 52
Clear skies above New York

52 Weeks | 17 of 52
Find your happy place

52 Weeks | 18 of 52
“I'm a firm believer in the theory that people only do their best at things they truly enjoy. It is difficult to excel at something you don’t enjoy.” – Jack Nicklaus

52 Weeks | 19 of 52
"Then I look at you
And the world's alright with me
Just one look at you
And I know it's gonna be
A lovely day"
– Bill Withers

52 Weeks | 20 of 52
“I encourage you to know what you know, and be an authority. For every challenge you encounter in life, there is a solution within. Sometimes you just have to scratch a little deeper to find it." – Hauwa Ibrahim, 2018 Clark University Commencement keynote speaker

52 Weeks | 21 of 52
Morning shadows across #12

52 Weeks | 22 of 52
6 innings, no runs, 4 strikeouts, and a W for Pat Gallagher and the Worcester Bravehearts

52 Weeks | 23 of 52
"Golf is deceptively simple and endlessly complicated; it satisfies the soul and frustrates the intellect. It is at the same time rewarding and maddening - and it is without a doubt the greatest game mankind has ever invented." – Arnold Palmer

52 Weeks | 24 of 52
One of the reasons I love photography is that it makes you pay attention to the details. Things like the position of the sunrise/sunset changing daily and casting a different light on your backyard are easy to miss if you don't stop to look around here and there.

52 Weeks | 25 of 52
Some weekdays are better than others

52 Weeks | 26 of 52
Happy 4th!

52 Weeks | 27 of 52
Crosswalks

52 Weeks | 28 of 52
Summer sunsets = a-ok

52 Weeks | 29 of 52
In a matter of months, my mom raised $15,000 for the family of Yarmouth's Sgt. Gannon with these Thin Blue Line collars and leashes.

She's still making them for a good cause. Now a portion of the proceeds will benefit Massachusetts Vest-A-Dog. You can order yours at https://psk9collars.com/.

52 Weeks | 30 of 52
V, by Greater Good Imperial Brewing Company

52 Weeks | 31 of 52
It took me way too long to get back to Fenway Park this year.

52 Weeks | 32 of 52
Toddler life

52 Weeks | 33 of 52
One!

52 Weeks | 34 of 52
25 years of golf with my dad. He smoked this one down right right-center of the 18th fairway, almost as though he's been playing Green Hill for 20+ years.

52 Weeks | 35 of 52
The Greatest

52 Weeks | 36 of 52
September nights at Fenway Park

52 Weeks | 37 of 52
We may never win this golf tournament, but we'll make damn sure nobody has more fun out there than we do.